Thursday, December 29, 2011

Yesterday it was lunch at the Salem Cross Inn in West Brookfield, MA. According to their website:

The Salem Cross Inn is named for the witch-mark found on the front door-latch of the Inn. In the town of Salem and throughout the Bay Colony this mark was used to protect their inhabitants against "ye evills of witchcraft and diverse other manifestations of deviltry."

You can see the hexmark in the picture above. It obviously doesn't protect the inhabitants against gluttony, as I cleaned every morsel off my plate. I then got on my broom and flew home, whereupon I stretched out on the floor and fell asleep in front of the fireplace. When I awoke, it was time for a snack. Peanut brittle - from the box to my mouth with not one conscious thought as to my caloric intake for the day.

And guess what? It's time for breakfast and I could really go for some pancakes. Wonder what my New Year's resolution should be. Oh yeah, it was to do more blogging.

Monday, December 26, 2011

This has not been a productive year for me with blog posting at all. One of my resolutions is to try to be better. Promise, promise, promise.

The other thing I promise is to not pretend I am Stiffy when she forgets to log out of her Facebook account on my iPad. Sure, I thought it was important to let the world know that Stiffy loves to sing and crochet, that she felt like tap dancing, and that she was looking to buy a used horse to ride to work. But still, it wasn't nice of me. Sorry Stiffy. And tell your aunt she can stop looking for that horse for you.

On a totally different topic, I received a very cool Christmas gift from Blondie. It's called a fitbit and it is the neatest gadget. I clip it to my pants and it tracks my steps, calories, and flights of stairs. There is an application to use in conjunction with the fitbit in which you can enter your weight, food, and water intake. Now here is the ultra cool thing it does - it tracks my sleep when I wear it at night. All the information is wirelessly uploaded to the application. So when I got up this morning, I could see that it took me 6 minutes to fall asleep, that I slept for 8 hours 6 minutes, and that I woke up 16 times. It is my incentive to move my ass a bit more (after January 1 of course).

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Every year around this time, our neighbor McCheesy and her husband McMeaty host a cookie swap. It's a really great event, something Blondie and I always look forward to. There's fun people, amazing food, and cookies galore. The premise of the event is simple. Everyone brings 5 dozen cookies to share with the group. In return, each person gets to go home with a ton of various types of delicious cookies.

One of the highlights of the afternoon is when all the ladies gather round the living room to discuss what type of confection they made and what inspired them to do so. It usually goes something like this:

"This year I tried my hand at making cookies with white ganache and fresh organic strawberries."

"I went with my all time favorite recipe, peanut butter melt-a-ways with marshmallow fondant."

Then comes our turn:

"This year Blondie and I went all out and decided not to buy cookies at Costco. We actually made M&M cookies. Some are a little burnt. Watch your teeth on the ones near the middle of the plate. Can I have some more wine?"

Ok all you cookie makers out there. We obviously need help. We are supposed to RSVP today with what we are bringing. Any suggestions?

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Blondie and I went to a bitching 40th surprise party last night for our gal pal Nicki (who is looking absolutely fabulous I might add). Since the actual birthday isn't until this weekend, I thought I would help her out by letting her know what to expect when she wakes up on Sunday morning, her first day on a new decade of life.

You won't be able to read. Put another way, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO READ.

Every calorie you eat, be it from an apple or a potato chip, will take approximately 237 hours of running on the treadmill to burn off.

Remember the Bain Du Soleil lady? Well, she remembers you. And she apologizes for lying about Orange Gelee Number 4.

At best, there is only another 7 years or so before your body's thermostat raises your inner core to a temperature somewhere between that of molten lava and the bowels of hell. Mind you, this will only happen when you are trying to fall asleep at night or in a meeting at work.

You will change your mind about pajama jeans.

You find yourself preferring to stay at home and watch television on a Friday night instead of going out. And Saturday night. Maybe even Sunday.

You will look even more beautiful than you do today. Because in my humble opinion, women in their 40's and older are hot (and not just from the flashing mentioned above in number 4).

Happy Birthday Nicki. Enjoy your special weekend, party like a rock star, and remember a cute pair of reading cheaters is available at any local CVS.

~~~~Martini Cartwheels~~~~

About Me

Some people dance like no one is watching. I prefer to blog like no one is reading. Because no one probably is.
Every once in a while an irreverent post may pop up that makes fun of life and things generally regarded as serious. That's because we are not here for a long time, we a here for a good time. And because I can be a smart ass.
So let's shake things up, shall we?